by Adam Smith
Mark and I head upstairs to get cleaned up, then return downstairs and rack up the pool table. “Here.” Says Fiona as she hands us a drink. “It's my favourite rum.” She says. We start drinking, playing pool and talking shit for hours until we head to bed.
We wake up in the morning, suns shining, birds are chirping, the ocean is calm and there's a gentle breeze blowing through the bedroom window. “It feels like a sundress kind of day today.” Says Fiona as she looks at me, laying on her side. “Well then I suggest you wear a sundress today. If you have any? I've never seen you in one before come to think of it.” I say. “No you haven't, because I don't have any. Do you want to take me shopping please?” says Fiona with a smile, “Sure, I'll take you shopping, where do you want to go?” I ask “That big town, the one that we got the keys and map for our house from, there was a large shopping centre there.” Says Fiona excitedly. “Okay, get ready and we'll go. Just the two of us.” I say with a wink. We get up, get ready, head down stairs, tell the others where we are going and head off into town in the ute.
We pull up to the main doors of the shopping centre, we get out of the ute grab our bags of guns, ammo and tools and walk to the main glass doors. “Doors are open.” Says Fiona, we walk inside the quiet empty mall. “Stay quiet we don't want any unnecessary attention.” I say. We walk past a chemist on the right, it's been emptied out. We keep walking, the mall opens up, there's a coffee shop in the middle and a supermarket on the left. Straight on we can see a smoke and gift shop. We walk up to it and have a quick look. “We can stop here on the way out and see if there's anything fun.” Whispers Fiona with a smile. We walk further up. “Look. There's a surf shop on the right.” I say, pointing to the surf shop, we walk closer to the shop and see two zombies a few metres further up the mall. “I'll get the closest one.” Whispers Fiona, I walk towards the further one as Fiona gets a screwdriver out of her backpack, she walks up behind the zombie and stabs it in the back of the head at the neck joint. I rush past with my crow bar and slam it into the side of the other zombies head. They both fall to floor. Fiona smiles at me then quickly walks into the surf shop and starts browsing. I search the change rooms and office for anymore zombies. After I clear the shop I ask “Have you found anything yet?” Fiona takes her top off then takes her jeans off. “It's rude to stare mate.” She Says smiling as she puts on a dress. “What about this one?” she asks, “Looks good. Looks girly.” I say cheekily. “Oh fuck off mate, I can be a girly girl.” she says throwing the coat hanger at me. We start loading up some bags with clothes when we hear something. We duck down behind a rack of shoes and look over the top. We see a zombie wandering past the front of the shop towards the entry we came in. we wait for it to walk past then carry on shopping. We leave the surf shop with a lot of clothes, shoes and other things that take our liking. “We need some trolleys for all this shit.” Says Fiona, “Yeah I agree.” I say, we leave all of our stuff outside the surf shop and walk across the mall to a department store. We can hear more zombies inside. We quickly grab a trolley each and head back to the surf shop. The zombie that walked past before is walking back. As I push my trolley past it, it tries to bite me and starts getting nasty, I slam the back end of my crowbar through its eye and out the back of its head. I have to put my foot on its chest and push it off my crowbar. We load up the trolleys and head back towards the exit, stopping at the smoke and gift shop to take what we like. “Should we check the supermarket?” Asks Fiona. “If you want.” I say. We walk into the supermarket and start looking around. “I'll meet you back here.” Says Fiona. We split up and search the shop, I come around the back of an aisle and see a zombie, it's caught on the side of a rack. I walk over to it and look at it. “How fucking pathetic.” I say to myself, I raise my crowbar above my head and slam it down onto the zombie, its skull splits and then the lifeless body falls to the floor. I carry on walking around the back of the shop looking up all the aisles until I find Fiona standing over the bloodied body of a dead zombie. “You all good?” I ask and walk up to her in the women's hygiene section. “Yeah all good, need some of these.” she says looking at a shopping basket full of tampons, pads and other shit. “Sweet, should we go?” I ask, “Yeah, let's go, the others are going to love the presents we got them.” She says, we walk back to the front of the supermarket to get our trolleys then we head back to the ute and load it up. We drive out onto the main road and head for home, there's a zombie in the road. “Watch this.” I say, speeding up and running the zombie down. “You seriously enjoy this shit don't you?” Asks Fiona. “At least now that all these people are zombies, they have a reason to walk around uselessly.” I say laughing. We drive a bit further on and see a few more zombies, running them all down on the way back to the house. We pull up and grab some of the stuff out from our shopping trip, we walk in the front door. “Oh guys. C'mon.” Yells Fiona. “What?” I ask and walk in the door, “Shit.” Says Mark, “Oh my god.” Yells Sandy. Mark rolls off the pool table and hits the floor naked, Sandy runs up stairs naked. Fiona and I start laughing hysterically. “Better get up there and finish the job mate.” Says Fiona in between her laughing. Mark gets up, no shame, smiles at us saunters up the stairs. “Well I wasn't expecting that.” Says Fiona, she walk inside and puts her shopping down. “Yeah, well I guess we were cramping their style.” I say as we walk outside and bring in the rest of the shopping. Sitting at the table having some lunch when Sandy and Mark come downstairs. We look at them and Sandy turns bright red. “Don't be embarrassed sweetie. You've got a great rig.” Says Fiona with a wink. Trying not laugh I say. “Here check out this cool shit we got for you guys today.” “Cheers brah. You want a beer?” asks Mark. “Yeah go on then, I need something to try and help erase the picture of your pasty white ass and 'to attention' flag pole.” I say then burst into laughter again. “Surprised you didn't want a piece mate.” Says Mark with a wink as he hands me a beer and rubs my shoulder. Everyone bursts into laughter and starts looking through the shit we got from town. “Umm. Are you wearing a fucking dress?” Asks Sandy with a look of shock on her face. “I can wear a dress.” Says Fiona. “What happened to the skinny jeans with rips in them? Trying to impress someone are we miss?” Asks Sandy. “No. Shut up.” Says Fiona blushing. “Got anymore beers Mark?” asks Fiona. “Fuck. It doesn't matter what sort of clothes you wear mate. You're the most beautiful creature on this on earth.” I say. “Aww that's so sweet.” Says Sandy. “Well it's not fucking hard now is it?” Laughs Mark. “You're a fucking dick.” Says Sandy. “That was pretty sweet you big softy.” Says Fiona. “Softy all right ha ha.” Laughs Mark. We continue looking through the stuff we got from the shops, talking shit and drinking, day turns to night and we're still drinking and talking shit. “Oh shit, you guys, I forgot, while we were in town today I got this kick ass stereo thing.” Says Fiona. “I'll get it from the ute.” I say. I grab the stereo and bring it inside, we plug it in and crank up the music. We carry on drinking and partying until the early morning.
“crash, rattle” “What the fuck is that?” I say as something wakes me up. I sit up, the room spins. I’m in a daze, I hear it again. “rattle rattle” “it sounds like something's at the fence” I say, “Fuck” I say and jump up. “Dude, what the fuck?” Says Fiona. “WE'VE GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM!” I yell. Fiona jumps up. “What sort of problem?” She Asks. “That sort of problem.” I say, pointing out the window at the fence where thousands of zombies are banging the fence trying to get in. “OH shit.” Says Fiona. we run out into the hallway and into Mark and Sandy's room. “GET UP!” Yells Fiona. “What!” Yells Mark. “Look outside mate.” I say as I load my shotgun. “OH FUCK!” yells Mark as he looks out the window. We go to the other side of the house and look out a window, the fence is packed with zombies as well. We walk to the end of the house closest to the beach, walk out onto the deck and look at the fence, there's a small gap between the zombie pack leading to the beach. “Right. We're going to fuck these zombies up.” Says Mark. We walk back down the
hallway and downstairs. “Hang on guys, this is for real, if they get in here we need a plan.” Says Sandy. “We kill as many as we can now without firing a shot. Then we finish the rest from upstairs.” I say. “Well that's a fucking brilliant plan! But what if it doesn't work?” Asks Fiona, “Then we bail to the beach and the big boat.” Says Mark. “You guys go outside and start with them. We'll get some shit ready in case we need to leave.” Says Fiona. Mark and I run outside and start smashing zombie skulls with pieces of sharpened steel bar. “There's a lot of them mate.” Says Mark as the zombies continue to press against the fence. “We just need to kill enough of them to block the gate.” I say, slamming my steel bar through another zombies head. We hear shots ring out from above us.“GUYS! YOU NEED TO RUN!” Yells Sandy from upstairs as the gate gives way. We run inside and lock the door behind us, zombies pour in through the hole in the gate and start making their way to the house. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Yells Mark as the girls run downstairs. “What the fuck do we do now?” Says Fiona. “We bail, we lock the doors behind us and head for the beach.” I say. We all gather at the door with backpacks of supplies. “There's a gap. FUCKING RUN! I yell and open the door, the other three run for the beach. I shut the door behind me and lock it, I turn around and make my way for the beach. But zombies begin to block my path, I raise my shotgun and fire. Zombies blood spraying from their heads, I keep moving and firing. “SMITHY!” I can hear Mark yelling for me as he fires into the pack. Zombies all around me. I keep firing and running, I can see the beach as I trip over, I roll onto my back and a zombie falls on top of me. I put the barrel of my shotgun to its head and squeeze the trigger, but damn, out of ammo. I keep trying to move backwards when the zombies head explodes. I look up, I can see Mark and Fiona Standing over me firing. “Get up and run!” Yells Mark. I roll over stumble to my feet and we all run to the water where Sandy is waiting for us with the small boat running, she's firing into the pack of zombies, we all climb onboard. “Fucking go!” Yells Mark. Sandy turns the boat and heads out to the big boat. The rest of us are firing into the pack of zombies until it's no use with the short range weapons. We pull up next to the big boat and climb on. I'm shaking, I walk to the cabin and get a cigar. “How the fuck did that happen?” Asks Mark. “Must've been our party.” I say as I try to light my cigar, “What the fuck do we do now?” Asks Sandy. “Yeah, seriously, what now?” Asks Fiona. Everyone standing on the deck of the boat looking at me confused and scared, I draw on the cigar as I light it with a match. “Mate we need a plan.” Says Mark. The smoke spins and sits in the morning air as I exhale, looking back at our house, watching as the zombies over run our compound, I look at the others with a cheeky smile and I say. “We do what we do best. We kill zombies and start again!”
Written by
Adam 'adska' Smith
© 2018
